Up until one century ago there lived,In the Zi Duang provence of eastern countryA glass-like spider.Having devoured its prey it would drape the skeletons over its web,In weeks creating a macabre

Shrine of remainsIts web was also unique in that it had many layers,Like floors in a building

At the top of this palace-like place, assembled with almost apparentCare, were tiny, shining objects, glass, beads, dew-drops.One could almost call it an altar.When the breeze blew through this construction,It produced sounds of wailing, crying.Tiny wails, tiny cries.

The baby spiders would get scared and search franticallyFor their mother.But the Glass Spider would have long gone, having known that the babiesWould survive someone on their own.Oh-The Glass Spider had blue eyes almost like-a human's.They shed tears at the wintered turn of the centuries.

Don't you hear this wasted cry, Life is over you(Mummy come back 'cause the water's all gone)But you've seen who's in heaven. Is there anyone in hell(Mummy come back 'cause it's dark now)Take care, take care.(Mummy come back 'cause the water's all gone)Somewhere she glows divine. Somewhere she wakes alone.But you, you've promise in your lovin' eye. God it's dark now.

Jah Jah Jah Jah JahJah Jah Jah Jah Jah

Gone, Gone the water's all goneMummy come back 'cause the water's all goneStay low on the ground, fire can drive you, savage and afraidSpitting the dawn, come come come along before the animals awakeRun, run, we've been moving all night, rivers to the left.If your mother don't love you then the riverbed mightGone, gone, the water's all goneMummy come back 'cause the water's all gone

Jah Jah Jah Jah JahJah Jah Jah Jah Jah

Gone gone the water's all goneMummy come back 'cause the water's all gone